Here's a true story, for a change. I didn't know this about my father until a few years ago. He's eighty now, and still tough.The night I was conceived, my dad was summoned to my mother's bed by a sheriff's posse. The state of infertility treatment was primitive in the 50's,so I don't know whether the entrails of a chicken were read, or my Druid grandmother saw something, but dad was on a hunting trip when something said "Tonight's the night." My grandfather called his buddy, the sheriff of that rural California county, and asked him to find the hunting son-in-law. The posse arrived late in the evening, that point in a hunter's day when the coals and the whiskey have burned low. Dad, a ringer for Lee van Cleef, saddled up, rode into town with some giggling deputies, and got the job done. Nine years and a few days after my brother, I showed up. Thanks for taking the ride dad.